"Welcome to Gucci, it is such an honor to have you work for us."

She steps onto the set with her heavy camera slinging over her shoulder and the rest of her equipment sitting in a cart that she was pulling with her other free arm. Almost everyone on the set stopped to stare at her in awe, whether it'd be the makeup artists turning away from their model to take one quick glance or whether it'd be the stylists who would look up from their clothing racks. Indeed, it was truly the effect of Park Jiyeon.

"Welcome to the set, Jiyeon-ssi."

She turns towards one of her co-photographers, Jeon Jungkook, and she slightly bows her head in acknowledgement. He bites his lip, fumbling with his camera nervously as he watches her set up the tripod to place her shocking expensive camera.

"Have you started taking shots of the models?" She asks softly, and he glances at her with slightly widened eyes. 

"Ah, w-well, about that, I didn't—" He stutters, and she only lets out a soft giggle. He's almost shocked at her reaction.

"Don't worry about it," she mumbles, playfully smacking his arm. "And relax, won't you? You look like a statue, this is photography, you need to have a good balance of being care-free and being professional."

"W-Wow, I'm actually really nervous standing next to you." He confesses, as she raises an eyebrow questioningly and confusedly. "I mean, you are Park Jiyeon, the world's most famous photographer for such high-end fashion brands.. and to be here, working with you, is such an honor."

"Well, you worked hard enough." She shrugs her shoulders. "And you should be proud that you're taking pictures for Gucci, that's already a big enough brand."

She catches sight of the models that were slowly beginning to line up next to the set, practicing their poses and relaxing their facial expressions to prepare themselves. She smiles, glancing back at her camera to fix the settings. ISO, aperture, exposure, perfect.

"Hey, Jungkook, do you mind passing me the shutter remote?" She questions, looking up from her camera as she starts to call out the models. "Can we get the first set of models for their shots, please? Thanks!"

"Jiyeon-ssi, here's the shutter remote." 

She turns around and flashes Jungkook a soft smile, taking the remote from his hands. He returns the smile, and she chuckles. He furrows his eyebrows at his confusion.

"Is there anything wrong?" He asks, and she sighs, turning around.

"Let's drop the formalities, Jungkook. Just call me Jiyeon." She laughs, and when she turns around, she places her eyes through the lens and she stops.

She watches the first model step onto the set, and it's almost as if she's been taken back into the past. The way his hair bounced with each step he took, his tall, slender figure that made him almost way too noticeable, the way he made his own identity just with his own presence. 

But it was his new appearance that made her start to click the shutter remote, taking picture after picture. He was a natural. It was almost as if he was born to be a model. Click after click, it was almost as if she watched an ugly duckling grow into a beautiful swan.

His long hair that covered his eyes was no longer long, but it was styled so beautifully that it made him look soft and innocent. His tall, slender figure was no longer the weak, fragile figure that was criticized for being the high school loser, the emo kid that always stood out from the rest. His identity used to be that guy no one spoke too because he was intimidating, an easy target, the one who has no friends. His identity used to be made by others, but now, his own identity was made himself, and he successfully proved them wrong.

Pulling away from her camera, she slowly looks up and her eyes meet the tall model standing on the set. He smirks smugly, and she feels her eyes widen almost instantly.

"That was perfect," she whispers, "Kim Taehyung, is that really you?"